Brodies ft. Stravi & Rastik Lyrics

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Brody's getting to the bag

Flip it and double the stack

Spin the block double back

Make sure you don't lack

Hitting marks in the field

Brody is only gone build

Putting on for the real

Real is the only thing we can appeal

Fuck all the bullshit

We back on the throne

Back on my bully

We back on the throne

Making these plays in the back of my home

Hoes sliding in O-zone

With no clothes on

Yea they back on my bone

Niggas came out of the floor

Been through the mud

When you never seen war

From these streets to the club

We get everything off

Bitch everything cost

Take everything off

If I'm robbing Peter

I ain't paying Paul

We in the league

But ain't playing no ball

We ain't planning to fall on takeoff

we been ahead of the knows

Do's and the don'ts

Not everyone knows

But where I'm living

Shit everything goes

Balling like we in the pros

Keeping our feet on your throat

You are now seein the goat

Like it's demon time

Get in line like synchronized

We been where there's no speaking past

Dime bags to the sunken bags

Those carry what you wan to have

Motherfuckers better do the math

Since a kid I had bluesa to grab

Chase the cheese nigga you's the rat

Can't take a piece we not used to that

Leave you stuck when I abuse the strap

Beat me you can't refuse to nap

I mean the 80's rocking

We taking pockets

You had the flow and now the babies got it

Get hit in your head with the latest rocket

Your bitch in the bed and she rocking

Brody's getting to the bag

Flip it and double the stack

Spin the block double back

Make sure you don't lack

Hitting marks in the field

Brody is only gone build

Putting on for the real

Real is the only thing we can appeal

Brody's getting to the bag

Flip it and double the stack

Spin the block double back

Make sure you don't lack

Hitting marks in the field

Brody is only gone build

Putting on for the real

Real is the only thing we can appeal

When it come to the paper

Niggas know about my team

EFA ENT Management LLC

All my brothers businessmen

All our women is mean

Meaning they kill

On sight

Better watch for that beam

Game time

Hear the sound

Like a stadium stomping

Slam it down

Like McLuggin

When he play down in Florida

Niggas always gone talk

Once you step up they stutter

Step to me on some shit

Watch that bitch nigga crumble

I ain't playing

I'm saying

I'm ready to get it

All this talk about who the hottest

And don't nobody feel him

I ain't hating

I'm statin' facts

They call me a realist

Meanin' I keep it 100

Give a fuck about your feelings

Content got me winning

You in an awkward position

Playing swift to a buster

My team Elon living

Balling bitch 9th inning

Out the park with my Philly

Matter fact it's a Swisher pack

With the finest of sticky

With all my

Brody's getting to the bag

Flip it and double the stack

Spin the block double back

Make sure you don't lack

Hitting marks in the field

Brody is only gone build

Putting on for the real

Real is the only thing we can appeal

Brody's getting to the bag

Flip it and double the stack

Spin the block double back

Make sure you don't lack

Hitting marks in the field

Brody is only gone build

Putting on for the real

Real is the only thing we can appeal

Why the hell they ever get me back

On some rapping shit

Guess my bars extravagant

Check my cloth my fabric

Different from you lames

I put in work

I'm spilling my pain

Dope in these streets

They thinking it's me

Nah but niggas don't know I'm insane

Ain't shit funny

We gone get money

Till the trap house die

You a big dummy

So I hit honey

Now I'm back outside

Niggas don't know how true it can get

Tryna make money off movies and shit

work till the haters hop off of my dick

We running it up and it's coming in quick

Yo flex late

Shout out BFA

In the jungle stop

I'm with double up

And I deflect hate

You a weak cheapskate

Let this beat beat breaks

I'm like geese, Pete sakes

They like oh he's great

Focus on greatness

I'm planning my wealth

I can not lie

I'm a fan of myself

You just a link to the notch on my belt

I keep on popping till Rastik is felt

We the best

Say less

We gone rise like flies

Streets T

That's a podcast

We live at five, yeah

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